Bang. Bang.
2 loud gunshots pierced the air as Austin pulled the trigger. Where he shot? I could not tell. However, Austin had not made a sound since. The last thing I heard was a thump and a clatter.
I waited about 10 minutes before I decided that I should try to get up. I fumbled with the straps around my wrists and got them off pretty easily. I did the same with my ankles. I was a little dizzy when I woke up but, quickly, I gained balance.
I saw my phone on the ground next to the table and I picked it up. I dialed Matt's number.
•••Phone call•••
m: hello?
c: matt?
m: Carlie where are you!!??
c: I can't tell I'm in some sort of basement.
m: wait, where's Austin
c: I don't know he turned the lights off and then I heard 2 gunshots. And that's it.
m: find the light switch
c: got it *flicks on lights*
m: do you see Austin?
c: holy shit. Matt.
m: WHAT HAPPENED
c: he shot himself. 2 bullet wounds to the head. point blank.
m: get out of that basement. or wherever you are.
c:okay. I'll call you when I get out.
m: okay. be safe
•••end of phone call•••
I found a door with stairs leading up to what seemed to be the main level of the building. I had the most gut wrenching feeling in my stomach when I got there.
It was Austin's house.
I exited the front door in a panic. I texted Matt.
" put this in your phone navigation:
163 Applewood Drive 09765 San Diego."
Matt answered instantly.
"Only 2 miles away. Stay where you are. I'll be there in 15."
I locked my screen and sat down on the outside steps of my ex boyfriends house. Austin was dead now. I let it all sink in. Turning every detail over in my mind.
The abuse would stop. I would be safe and sound. But as I thought about it more and more, was I really safe? Or would the guilt of being there when he committed suicide draw me even further into my depression?
I let the tears slip over my bottom eyelids. After 5 minutes my cries turned into sobs. I pulled a blade out of my pocket and did the only thing I knew how to do. I slid the blade effortlessly over the skin on my wrist. I did this 3 times on both wrists. I didn't cringe at the pain I was supposed to be feeling.
The blood spilled out of my wrists and the tears out of my eyes. I jumped when I felt someone big and strong embrace me.
"Shh Carlie. it's okay. Shhh." He pulled the blade from my fingertips. When I looked up from my wrists I saw the person I had been longing for.
Matthew Espinosa.
I gazed into his eyes and I felt his fingers gently wiping my tears as the rolled down my cheeks.
"I love you" he spoke.
And with that he pushed his lips to mine.
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FanfictionCarlie is a suicidal 17 year old. that is, until famous viner Matthew Espinosa enrolls in her high school. with matts help will she be able to continue her life or will he be too late?
